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‘Anykent’ by Laurence Figgis
the seagull is himself enchanted by
the sound of hades and the lumpenboo,
a busting-boo in rhythm to the cry
of boom and bust and bust and boo
you are my kent, you are my kent, you are my seagull-you
you are my kent, you are my kent, you are my lumpenboo, lumpenboo
bring me all the birds for rent, and bring me
all their debt, for death is kind to those who
want and brings them all the passion of their
rent – and eats them to be eaten too, and
so to eat my gull, and damn this corny
bird–head rises when I try to knock it
down, I’ll choke it, choke it, stuff its feathers
in my mouth, and bring the banking house down
for your ‘very valid’ love, and bring the
banking-house down for your pimp and prostiboo
and bring the banking-house down for your
elle-a-chaud-au-cul (like the bank-and-void)
you are my kent, you are my kent, you are my seagull-you
you are my kent, you are my kent, you are my lumpenboo, lumpenboo
and what are u? the gull replied,
a good-for-naught but death’s emploi–
a VERY-VALID bank-and-void,
a lumpen en–bourgeois, and you will feel so
sad for him, you lay ure thoughts out on the
tar, my brains for thee, un-bothered cogs, the
wheels, the wheels, the wheels of hades’ shining car
you are my kent, you are my kent, you are my seagull-you
you are my kent, you are my kent, you are my lumpenboo, lumpenboo
©Laurence Figgis 2015
Compendium
‘Although the sphinx has leapt up on Oedipus and dug her lioness claws into his bare flesh, her face looks no more menacing than the young Queen Victoria’s as seen in profile on a coin of the realm. There is no sense that she is threatening his very life instead of one of his sartorial whims. As Degas said, “He would have us believe the gods wore watch-chains”. The background is made up of a “praline landscape” and a “rock candy mountain”.’ (White, 2000: 141)
Edmund White, The Flâneur
‘Anachronism is, on the contrary, a real and living thing, a thing having flesh and bones. It would be enough to surprise us in a moment of sentimental distraction in order to leave in our flesh and our memories a mark of the real bites of poetry, and in order to rip out from us, with the slashing claw of anxiety, one of the most nutritious pieces of our intellectual anatomy.’ (Dalí, 1998: 253-4)
Salvador Dalí, ‘The Latest Modes of Intellectual Stimulation for the Summer of 1934’
‘In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.’ (Wharton, 2006: 44)
Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
‘It is the myth of how culture came about, and of how society occurred. Because it is so ambitious a myth, it has the puzzling self-containment of a mystery in the old sense of that word. At the same time because it is so prosaic a myth (a myth about crinolines!) it is not in the least portentous or self-consciously “mythic”.’ (Gilbert, 2000: 256-7)
Sandra M. Gilbert and Susan Gubar, The Madwoman in the Attic
‘Many counties, I believe, are called the garden of England, as well as Surrey.’ (Austen, 1975: 276)
Jane Austen, Emma
References
Austen, Jane. Emma. (London: Harmondsworth, 1975).
Dalí, Salvador. The Collected Writings of Salvador Dalí, ed. and trans. Haim Finklestein. (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1998).
Gilbert, Sandra M. and Susan Gubar. The Madwoman in the Attic: The Woman Writer and the Nineteenth-Century Literary Imagination, 2nd ed. (New Haven; London: Yale University Press, 2000).
Wharton, Edith. The Age of Innocence. (London: Penguin, 2006).
White, Edmund. The Flâneur: A Stroll Through the Paradoxes of Paris. (London: Bloomsbury, 2001).
Further Reading
Review of ‘ANYKENT’ by Adam Benmakhlouf
This review was published in The Skinny, Issue 121, October 2015: 51